Hurriedly strapped for btime with the app katie selected money dragging the slider to wealthy mental setting feminine and masculine sliders and age dragging the slider to three quarters to male in mind also making herself a computer genius and 39 and hitting enter as a loud knock thumped her world began to spin her angry mother disappearing as katie matured as memories of driving, high school, college, and a job as a computer programmer. Her long brunette hair became shoulder length then a bob cut and lost some of it's luster as she raced to the end of her 30's laugh lines and other small wrinkles became visible, all makeup vanishing, her curves sunk in as her shoulders widened, her painted nails chipping away from her hands and feet as they became calloused and thick, her ass flattened, breasts shrank to B cups before slightly sagging, a middle aged pooch bloated outwards. A sparse tickle came from her shins moving up her thighs, vagina, forming a pubic mound and happy trail, her armpits tickling as they grew out.
Her computer became big and expensive complete with gaming chair, her adorable little outfits becoming sport shorts, tank tops and t shirts as her room warped posters of boy bands and Tim Burton became pictures of immensely muscled boy and girls also of cars, her bed became a king sized temperpedic in expensive sheets, her whole room becoming bigger located in a palatial penthouse. Katie looked in the mirror and saw that all the perfection and femininity were gone her lashes thinned, brows thickened, no trace of make-up left on the manly girl. Katie was a masculine middle-aged woman who now likes weight lifting, woodworking, cars, steak, and interestingly enough computers.
Flexing her tiny muscles "not bad" Katie said in a huskier voice than a moment ago went about stripping off her ill fitting teen boy clothes they disintegrated as she put on a sports bra, running shorts, a tank top and trainers. Entering a grand hall with rooms of art and a gym. Deciding on going on a run to clear her head she departed. Jogging Katie worked up a sweat thinking of how her mom was states away and struggling to recall being John until finally forgetting.
Tired and sweaty Katie returned home. She looked in the mirror and begun to pout